Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, gigantic Ayy, free Muwop ´til that shit spelled backwards Uh, uh, uh, gigantic Gang shit, no lame shit Uh, uh, uh, Big Moochie
Yeah, always been really frontline in the field, that´s why these niggas follow me (These niggas follow me) Yeah, niggas be talkin´ like bitches, but that shit, it really don´t bother me (It really don´t bother me) Yeah, got money stuffed all in my pockets, lookin´ like I hit the lottery (Racks, racks, yeah) Uh, young nigga goin´ to the top, goin´ hard ´cause that´s where I gotta be (That´s where I gotta be)
All of my ex-bitches tryna come back, tryna give me apologies (Ha) Sit in the trap and I break down the pack and I whip it like pottery (Whip) 5.56 hit his artery East Haiti baby, I´m stuck in the village, I run the whole colony Whatever I do, they gon´ copy me Niggas lil´ boys, they be mockin´ me But they know it ain´t no stoppin´ me Fuckin´ on bad bitches by the three Pop me a 20, go Hercules Bitch, we c´t go public, can´t go on Say Cheese Fucked her onne time no the ebitch tryna date me Seen all this ice, now the bitch tryna rape me (Damn) Yeah, we can fuck, but I can´t buy you Celine Say she a maid, so I made that ho daydream (Ha)
Tryna get to me, she say that she crave me Ain´t lovin´ no ho, yeah, you bitches get traded Broke on the bitch, sold the pussy at Days Inn (Yeah) Askin´ me how my life been, it´s amazin´ (It´s amazin´) Cashin´ big checks and big blunts I be blazin´ Thick, pretty bitch and she Black and she Asian Had some dark clouds, but I passed all them phases Love all my niggas, been stuck since the playpen Puttin´ that foul on them niggas since way then I´m Illuminati business, all that my niggas do is sin (On God)
I got the game in a chokehold, foot on they neck though, got all my watches, tryna see what I´m finna do
Young nigga fresh as fuck, VVV hittin´ up, designer-ed down, but I Jordan-ed my tennis shoes Baguette my Cartier, bitches, they stop and stare, walkin´ up on me like, "You ain´t the average dude" My lil´ homie with me, he got him a fifty, you thinkin´ shit sweet, frrt, frrt, he gon´ murder you
Got a safe full of paper growin´ mildew Yeah, I´m ballin´ like a basketball player, but I ain´t hoopin´, only straps a nigga shoot Tell the crowd it´s free Moochie (Free the gang) I don´t fuck with rappers, niggas cap, they coochie Neck and wrist froze, bitch, I´m colder than an ice cooler Heard buddy hatin´ on me, but his bitch been groupie
Tell him better go and check his bitch ´cause he callin´ me, I´m shootin´ Swear I ain´t boxin´ no nigga, try to come fight with them bullets Thirty round on me, now they wanna be the gang, gotta say so Every nigga ´round me on go like a 304 Bet the opps scared, niggas really don´t want smoke Tryna catch ´em with the chopper, knock ´em down like dominos Search my fuckin´ friend, swear these niggas Pablo Like clothes at the mall, place a tag on your toe Wanna keep your bitch, put a tag on that ho Homie deep in his feelings, I´m deep in his big girl´s throat Heard they gon´ kill me, go tell ´em bring it on
Why the fuck I ain´t dead yet? Tell them niggas stop prolongin´ Tryna walk down, fah, fah, FaceTime his ass, no iPhone Chop hold a hundred, hit your block, shoot for so long Swear I keep it on me, never catch me slippin´ Yeah, I´m Grape Street for real, ho, don´t play with my Crippin´ Swear I´m tied down for real, always standin´ on business Think I´m takin´ Perc´ 30s ´cause my trigger finger stay itchin´ Yeah, I swear a nigga still couldn´t see me, had 20/20 vision Got a pocket full of cheese like a Philadelphia Philly (Racks) Tote a chopper on me, same size as a midget
Can´t stand the heat, tell him stay his ass out the kitchen (Pussy) Got the F&N on me, run up, do him like a pimple (F&N) Blue tips put a hole in his face, give him dimples (Fah, fah) Spent 30k to the golds, I told ´em, "Turn my teeth popsicle" Got your bitch wanna fuck ´cause I´m somethin´ that you not, nigga
I got the game in a chokehold, foot on they neck though, got all my watches, tryna see what I´m finna do Young nigga fresh as fuck, VVV hittin´ up, designer-ed down, but I Jordan-ed my tennis shoes Baguette my Cartier, bitches, they stop and stare, walkin´ up on me like, "You ain´t the average dude"
My lil´ homie with me, he got him a fifty, you thinkin´ shit sweet, frrt, frrt, he gon´ murder you
Nigga, you a bitch and no one ever hear of you Get a pallbearer, we gon´ make ´em put dirt on you Your family gon´ hurt when they go get a shirt of you Put this Drac´ to your face and we make you play peekaboo (Yes, sir) I been with the shit the whole time, yeah, you niggas knew (Yes, sir) And them dick suckers with you, just know they gon´ get it too (Yes, sir) Stackin´ my money up ´til it grow mildew (Yeah, yeah) Trap, rob, and murder, the shit that I been through (Yes, sir)
Got a safe full of paper growin´ mildew Yeah, I´m ballin´ like a basketball player, but I ain´t hoopin´, only straps a nigga shoot Tell the crowd it´s free Moochie I don´t fuck with rappers, niggas cap, they coochie